Fletch - No Stress

Tell me all the things that's wrong with me
Tell me all the ways i get in your head
No i ain't got no stress there's nothing left for you here
Hate me
No i don't give a fuck
Do we have to fight
Hear me out tonight
Keep telling me the things that's wrong with me
(Whats wrong with me what's wrong with me)
Keep telling the ways i fuck with your head
(How i fuck with your head)
Cus i ain't got no stress
(No Stress)
Theres no love left for you here
Hate me
No i don't give a fuck
Club lights
All night
This bitch
She rides
Liquor
On ice
My wrist
On ice
Im a low life why she spending my time
I got no life but she tryinga be mine
I call up shawty she come over on a late night
I take her backside yeh girl this is my time
Pulling up what we fighting bout this time
I've had enough yeh your running up my time
Now she welling up think its bout to cry time
Cant deal with that can i offer you another line
Keep telling me the things thats wrong with me
Keep telling me the ways i fuck with your head
Cus i aint got no stress
No love left for you here
Hate me
No i don't give a fuck
Keep telling me the things thats wrong with me
(Whats wrong with me whats wrong with me)
Keep telling me the ways i fuck with your head
(How i fuck with your head)
Cus i ain't got no stress
(No Stress)
Theres no love left for you here
Hate me
No i don't give a fuck

Written by:
Fletcher Iles

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